Second iteration of:

Human Evac Project

Pinnochio!

Madly in love with a dead girl behind the spindles inside a loom.  Her IV lines are tangled & me a suitor in beggar’s clothes.  I threw my lot in with criminals (one with the blueprints, the rest in chains).  We sprouted ears like a donkey & listened hard for you my dear.
Forgive what I have done in madness or in love.  It’s all that I could do to keep them crows away.
I grappled over an idea: robotic natives, an oily march.  Swung in the stirrups surrounded by painted faces & iron hearts.  Awake at the end of an era… dug all my good friends a loamy tomb..  Our children will plant us an orchard.  Instead of headstones a forest grew.